I’m not even 20 yet, but I feel as if I’m drowning in stress. At least I have the best job—dog-walking. And today’s dog is the best of them all, because she belongs to Jarrod Briggs. The handsome, wealthy older man is everything a girl could want. An island of serenity in my otherwise chaotic week. And he clearly can read me like an instruction manual. The slightest touch of his hand both calms and excites me. But it’s the cool kiss of a leather collar around my neck that brings me undone. Because it tells me he’s as hot for me as I am for him.